From Winter To Summer and Winter Again 3

Part 13

Rhaenyra anxiously picked at a loose string on her green sleeve. She watched Robb's expression as he read over a letter from House Dustin, he threw it to the table before them to grab another. Eagerly, she read the letter herself. Her breath hitched at its words, Robb threw another letter. It was from her brother. Her heart raced at her brothers writing, she could not read over the letter from White Harbor as she knew what it entailed. Her violet eyes met her father's gaze as she tossed Ramsay's letter atop the others that rested against the table. She stood quickly, turning to Catelyn quickly before shaking her head. Rhaenyra's palms dug into the table as Robb spoke. 

"This cannot be true." His word's cut through the tension of the meeting tent. They burned through the silence causing Rhaenyra's nails to dig into the wood of the table. His hand grasped the most recent letter from White Harbor.  "He's my brother."

"It is clearly true. And I am sorry husband but it appears he does not see you as kin any longer!" She screamed. "Ravens from Barrowtown, Whtie Harbor and my brother reveal the horrid truth." He uneasily watched her. His blue eyes shifted over her, clearly taking note of her hostile person. 

"Why? Why would Theon-" Robb moved his fingers through his hand as his face twisted in sadness. His composure becoming harder to obtain. 

"He's a treasonous whore!" Rhaenyra continued to allow her rage to grow. The sight of her husband nearly crying angering her. She pushed her self from the table, walking to the furthest corner of the tent. She pushed the banner displaying her house sigil out of the way as she did. 

Roose laughed lightly before agreeing, "I'm afraid my daughter his right. The Greyjoys are known for their treason." He collected the letters, handing them to Catelyn who attempted to hide her worry under a poised facade.  

"My brothers?" Rhaenyra's heart stopped at the anguish in Robb's voice. The thought of Bran and Rickon caused a lump to grow in her throat. Her eyes slowly watered, she turned her face up to not let tears fall.  She rested her hands against her hips, attempting to ease her heavy breathing. Her eyes met Catelyn's, her good mother searched for reassurance in each of their faces. 

"We have not heard anything regarding the young lords. But Ser Rodrick Cassel is dead." Roose spoke with disgusting ease. Rhaenryra quietly pulled her dagger from her belt. The blade being in her hand always soothed her nerves. 

"I told you never to trust a Greyjoy!" Screamed Catelyn, she stood beside her son. Her eyes widened as she shook in anger. Rhaenyra's heart swelled in satisfaction at someone agreeing with her anger. She needed another to scream at Robb. She returned to her seat in defeat. She continued to clutch her dagger. She sighed heavily as her hands began to lightly shake, she rested her blade on her lap. 

"I must go North at once," spoke Robb hurridly. He stood from his seat, walking past his mother to only be stopped by Roose. Rhaenyra sat fully in her seat, shocked by his rash action. 

"We are still at war," she argued.  Robb did not turn, his back faced her. She rested her hand against her cheek, trying to ease her emotions with the warmness of her palm. 

"How can I call myself a king if I cannot hold my own keep?" Screamed Robb. He angrily gestured as he continued, " How can I ask my men to follow me if-." He turned to Rhaenyra, a familiar anger over his face. She shuttered lightly as his cold gaze met hers. 

" You are a king. And that means you don't have to do everything yourself!" Rhaenyra gripped her dagger once more at her father's words. His tone eerily familiar, she watched as he scolded her husband. "We have the Lannisters on the run. If you march all the way back north now, you'll lose what you gained." 

"Let me go talk to Theon," said Catelyn. Her words alluding pure desperation and worry. She gripped her hands closely to her chest as she begged her son. Rhaenyra pressed her hand to her mouth as she closed her eyes. 

"There will be no talk he will die for this." Said Robb. Rhaenyra stood from her seat abruptly.

She dug her blade into the wood of the table, "You will lift the outlaw on flaying. Ramsay will deal with him, in his own way. He can raise a few hundred men and retake our home within a month. We will clean our hands of this false rebellion and request my brother to send updates on Theon's well being." Rhaenyra walked to her husband and father, she pulled Roose away and stood before Robb. "Theon holds our castle with a weak crew. Ramsay is my blood, he will deal with it. And when we return, my brother will gift us with Prince Theon's head." She spat his title before continuing, "Do you understand," she seethed. 

"You have no right-" Robb looked down to her, a cold look attempting to weaken her. She refused to let him lessen her. Her strength grew as she continued to speak. 

"I have every right. You could have called the ward back but no your weak trust cost us our home. We could have pledged fealty to Stannis, he has a felt but we went for Renly. We could have promised Domeric to his daughter." Her gaze did not shift from her husband. 

"The Freys, your grace." Her father lowly spoke. She continued to look up toward her husband. 

"Fuck the Freys." 

"Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety is paramount. And Theon, I want him brought to me alive. I want to look him in the eye and ask him why. And then I'll take his head myself." Rhaenyra moved passed her husband to leave the confided tent. She ignored Robb's rushed steps as they followed her toward their own tent.